Don't cry for me Bombay,...the truth is ill never leave you.
of breaking dawn lapsing into starry nights,
a stroll along the seaside, childish glee splashing in high tide
ek cutting chai; staring into the sunset
or working to the rickshaw sounds till sunrise
gazillion lanes abuzz with twinkling lights,
its never too late to grab those post midnight bites..
a temptress with many moods,
a guiding angel, a devil, a tease,
seduced by you into a potent love affair
are the many who come to the city with hopes & dreams
to trade it to anyone who would pay them a price
only to find themselves nestling in your belly,
grabbing a few winks under the open sky,
soon to be camouflaged into the crowd, just another face..
fantasizing of being a winner, waking up to begin at the start line of another race..
among the crowd, i find solitary
in trouble, an extended helping hand
a polite gesture, a stolen smile, among strangers jostling for space..
myriad dreams lost in translation, in the city that never sleeps,
insomniac with unrequited love, fueled by fiery ambition..
Courage is your characteristic virtue
I continue to remain in disbelief and awe,
you're a good city my love.. despite your flaws
you've taught me patience and to come into my own,
for me you are the synonymous to home..
you'll always be my love, my identity, my pride
the city where I was born, the city where i hope ill say my final goodbye..
I walk hesitantly in measured steps, while the city whizzes by in rhythmic nonchalance
for now i must make peace and move on,
to a different city where a new chapter awaits
in the hope that someday we reunite..
as passionately as if,
this separation never did take place.
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